[Oh! wow- he didn't even see that big cat, there. Bolin watches wide eyed for a moment before forcing himself not to stare and sit with thanks. He settles his tray and pours his tea (green, gunpowder by the smell of it) and settles the manuscripts into his lap before offering them to the stranger.]

I'm trying to pick what the next musical should be at The Raccoon Room. Have you heard of it? It's a venue in Cellar Door. I produced a show there last month and it went so well I want to start another.. but there are so many good ones to choose from.

[Clearly, he is very happy for the bother.]